Maple Tree

Spring, every year Revival, rebirth. A station, a stop For birds of every species. Chirp, chip they chime Raising the day’s spirits Then comes bright summer’s day Leaves sunbathing And soaking in the sun’s rays Light breeze kicks in Just like an air conditioner.

But the day gets shorter And it cries solemn tears Of red, orange, and yellow Like a painting Of vibrant colors. Cry, cry, until none is left Shed its warmth And dresses in snow white And sleeps for the winter. Life is harsh The sky shows no mercy The frost unbearable. It can only sleep.

Arise from months of sleet The sun shedding its warmth Once again. It smiles at the kids Who reunite with him They climb and tickle Its lovely skin. Mother calls for dinner And it happily watches The children recede And awaits a new day.

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